Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.